The music of your breath

The music of your breath

moves through the silence of my ears.

My breath slows,

the breeze of roses stops.

A voice,

a presence,

frozen in mid-air.

This heart leans against a misted window,

eyes searching for you in the noise—

waiting

just to hear your breath again.

Once, your hand held mine.

Your bangles…

your hair…

their scent,

their touch—

softly, slowly—

unwound me.

For one moment I held your hand,

heard your bangles sing.

You stood there

like an old painting

breathing…

bleeding feeling

into me like a soft wound.

Now I rest my head on thoughts,

search for you

in darkness,

in silence—

in the quiet corner

you left inside me.

Now I hear your breath again…

like it is mine.